If a star wishes…
If a star wishes to fall down with the rain..
That which woke up my nights in reflections,
From puddles under the bookshelf..
In a universe of shimmering gold,
But just to do as much, as,,
Lean against this poor shoulder.
Stained only with some cheap fountain ink..
With her silver head unkept in a half bun..
Tell me how do I still look up to what remains,
So far away..